The What

I used to get feels on a ****

Now I throw shields on the ****

To stop me from the **** V ****

And the **** know they soft like a twinkie fillin'

Playing the villain

Prepare for this rap killin'

Biggie Smalls is the illest

Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered

"What you talking about Willis?"

The thrill is gone, the black Frank White

Is here to excite and throw **** ****

**** I like 'em brainless

**** I like them stainless steel

I want the **** fortune like the wheel

I squeeze **** till my clips is empty

Don't temp me

You don't want to **** with M.E.

Here I am, I'll be damned if they think you ****

Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit

It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja

Comin' where you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender

Lookin' cold booty like ya **** in December **** stop

Button up your lip, from Method all you gettin is a can of **** whippin'

Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin'

Actin' as if it can't happen

You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'

Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

So whatchu want ****, you want ****

I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger

It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw

Kickin' down your **** damn door (It goes a little something like this)

**** the world, don't ask me for ****

And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it

Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop

**** pack the clips, keep on

Verse two, comin' with that old Hebrew

Meth-tical, puttin **** back in I.C.U

I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack **** crew

I got connections, I get that **** stuck like glue

Huh, no question, I be comin' down and ****

Yo I gets rugged as a **** carpet get and **** love it

Not in the physical form but in the mental

I spark and they cells get warm

I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method Man

Baby accept it, utmost respect it

(Assume the position)

Stop look and listen

I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center

Honies feel in deep in the placenta

Cold as the pole in the winter

Far from the inventor, but I got this rap **** sewed

And when my Mac unloads

I'm guaranteed another video

Ready to die, why I act that way?

Pop Duke left Mom Duke

The **** took the back way

So instead of makin' **** **** **** up

I used to do stick-up

'Cause **** is irritatin' like the hiccups

Excuse me, flows just grow through me

Like trees the branches

Cliffs to avalanches

It's the praying mantis

Deep like the mind of Farrakhan

A **** rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more Glocks and Tecs then you)

I make it hot (**** won't even stand next to you)

**** touch me you better bust me tree times in the head

Or **** dead, ya thought so

**** the world, don't ask me for **** (Uh huh)

And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it

Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop

**** pack the clips, keep on

**** the world, don't ask me for **** (Uh huh)

Everything you get ya get ya gotta work hard for it

Honies shake the hips, ya don't stop

**** pack the clips keep on

Uh yeah

For the Meth-tical (Yeah, yeah)

Ninety-four(Uh, uh)

Comin' at you raw Shaolin Island

(Yeah)